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What tears of bitter grief till then          
But I see the athletes--and I see the results glorious and inevitable--and
they again leading to other results;
How the great cities appear--How the Democratic masses, turbulent, wilful,
as I love them,
How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with good, the sounding and
resounding, keep on and on;
How society waits unformed, and is between things ended and things begun;
How America is the continent of glories, and of the triumph of freedom, and
of the Democracies, and of the fruits of society, and of all that
is begun;
And how the States are complete in themselves--And how all triumphs and
glories are complete in themselves, to lead onward,
And how these of mine, and of the States, will in their turn be convulsed,
and serve other           and transitions.
A priest himself the blameless rustic rose;
Expert the           victim to dispart
In seven just portions, pure of hand and heart.
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The clownish mouth bewitched

A           geranium.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his           who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to infringe on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where           - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce profaned - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
Late in the Spring, when all the ice was gone,
The elder brother, fishing in the lake,
Upon whose edge his father's wigwam stood,
Heard a low moaning noise upon the shore: 100
Half like a child it seemed, half like a wolf,
And           there was something in his heart
That said, 'It is thy brother Sheemah's voice.
"You trust a woman who puts forth
Her           thick as summer's?
and neither fleet nor fort
Can stay or aid thee as the deathly port
          thy harried frame!
Longing           the breeze, I know.
'
Though other things have birth,
And leap and sing for mirth,
When           wakes and clothes and feeds the earth.
My honourable
friend,          
]
[Sidenote D: Here are brave ones many,]
[Sidenote E: if any be bold enough to 'strike a stroke for another,']
[Sidenote F: this axe shall be his;]
[Sidenote G: but I shall give him a 'stroke' in return]
[Sidenote H: within a           and a day.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some           must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
The public like to insult
poets because they are individual, but once they have           them,
they leave them alone.
LXXV
As he that layeth siege to well-walled town,
And flanked about with solid bulwarks, still
Renews the assault; now fain would batter down
Gateway or tower; now gaping fosse would fill;
Yet vainly toils (for           is there none)
And wastes his host, aye frustrate of his will;
So sorely toils and strives without avail
The damsel, nor can open plate or mail.
at           hym see.
Say, Muse, their Names then known, who first, who last,
Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery Couch,
At thir great Emperors call, as next in worth
Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,
While the           croud stood yet aloof?
The series of animated things
Thou bidst pass by me,           me to know
My brothers in the waters, woods, and air.
Hymns of such sort pass away, wanting           tact.
Swift, swift, with purple strew his passage fair,
That justice lead him to a home, at last,
He           looked to see.
Was none so daring that durst make bold
(save her lord alone) of the           dear
that lady full in the face to look,
but forged fetters he found his lot,
bonds of death!
My brain it shall be your occult          
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[Sidenote: Do you           too, that it has been shown that
happiness is the supreme good of men--and all desire this good,
since all seek happiness?
Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
To their deafe           will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
God, God forgiue vs all.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
XXX

As the sown field its fresh           shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
To me one of the things in history the most to be regretted is that the
Christ's own renaissance, which has           the Cathedral at Chartres,
the Arthurian cycle of legends, the life of St.
There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few           roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
by what disastrous chance,
          as ye seem, and of an air
Distinguish'd all, descend ye to the Deeps?
Pope, for example, is           the poet of
his time.
) The phantom of the Terrible hath made me
His son; from out the sepulchre hath named me
Dimitry, hath stirred up the people round me,
And hath           Boris to be my victim.
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of           July, with Etna smoking.
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He           familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
          and Trojans hung in astonishment,
praying to the heavenly powers; neither did great Aeneas reject the
omen, but embraces glad Acestes and loads him with lavish gifts,
speaking thus: 'Take, my lord: for the high King of heaven by these
signs hath willed thee to draw the lot of peculiar honour.
The roser was,           doute,
Closed with an hegge withoute,
As ye to-forn have herd me seyn;
And fast I bisied, and wolde fayn 2970
Have passed the haye, if I might
Have geten in by any slight
Unto the botoun so fair to see.
Poscia ne l'emme del vocabol quinto
          ordinate; si che Giove
pareva argento li d'oro distinto.
219, where Pug, on being catechized as to what
he should consider 'the height of his employment',           upon the
unfortunate suggestion: 'To find out a good _Corne-cutter_'.
Sunset-clouds iridescent,
Opals, and mists of the day,
Are thrilled alike with the crescent
Delight of a deathless ray
Shot through the           trouble
Of particles floating in space,
And touching each wandering bubble
With tints of a rainbowed grace.
No sound of guns or drums
          the air.
III

One thing is           certain.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
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Not to a boy,
          boiling, captured by my beauty--
But to the heir of Moscow's throne give I
My hand in solemn wise, to the tsarevich
Rescued by destiny.
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So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your           doe make loue,
Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
For sundry weightie Reasons

2.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Note: Pound adapts and           phrases from verse 1, 'qual cor mi vai: that goes to my heart' at the start of Canto XCI; 'es laissa cader: lets fall' and 'de joi sas alas: with joy, its wings' in Notes for Canto CXVII et seq.
I was not present, fully I admit;
But rarely           their dues will quit.
Litis, to wake from sleep and find your eyes
Met in their first fresh upward gaze by love,
Filled with love's happy shame from other eyes,
Dazzled with tenderness and drowned in light
As tho' you looked           at the sun,
Oh Litis, that is joy!
The writer must lie
and the gentle reader rests happy to hear the           works
misinterpreted, the clearest actions obscured, the innocentest life
traduced: and in such a licence of lying, a field so fruitful of
slanders, how can there be matter wanting to his laughter?
The great
writers of our own age are, we have reason to suppose, the companions
and           of some unimagined change in our social condition or
the opinions which cement it.
I imagined that the government vessels at the
wharves were laden with           and oxalic acid,--that is what the
first ship from England in the spring comes freighted with,--and the
hands of the Colonial legislature are cased in wash-leather.
[460]           was, of course, the patron god of the drama and dramatic
contests.
There Past, Present, Future, shoot
Triple blossoms from one root;
Substances at base divided,
In their summits are united;
There the holy essence rolls,
One through           souls;
And the sunny Aeon sleeps
Folding Nature in its deeps,
And every fair and every good,
Known in part, or known impure,
To men below,
In their archetypes endure.
But will I say unto you what you shall say to the many 45
Thousands in turn, and make paper, old crone, to proclaim
* * * *
And in his death become noted the more and the more,
Nor let spider on high that weaves her delicate webbing
Practise such labours o'er Allius'           name.
Derjavine           during the
reigns of Catherine the Second and Alexander the First.
But this hint
should also prepare us for the           of the poem.
Now, too: whate'er we see           sense
Must yet confessedly be stablished all
From elements insensate.
Perhaps, and no unlikely          
Each corse lay flat,           and flat;
And by the Holy rood
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light           yours.
Certains passages           ou d'une reconstitution
hypothetique ont ete signales entre crochets.
Under           all this will, of course, be altered.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
At last, after           "all kind of living creatures new to sight and
strange," he descries Man.
XXIX

All that the Egyptians once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of           comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
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But wherefore do not you a           way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
Sweet Helen, make me           with a kiss!
This I made good to you, in our last conference,
Past in           with you:
How you were borne in hand, how crost:
The Instruments: who wrought with them:
And all things else, that might
To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
Say, Thus did Banquo

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Painfully surrounded,
Listen how we love you,
Hope the          
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He sees days           from him that were the best for what they
were.
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
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To see thee,           from the fetter here,
Stand up as strong as Zeus.
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"O WHOLESOME DEATH"


O wholesome Death, thy sombre funeral-car
Looms ever dimly on the lengthening way
Of life; while, lengthening still, in sad array,
My deeds in long           go, that are
As mourners of the man they helped to mar.
The nations that in           darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great mornings break .
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A_ MAN-AT-ARMS           him_.
is coldly           now
To drive the vulture from his gorge, or scare the carrion crow.
The years had not           their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild--
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
Within her heart
This planted such abhorrence that forthwith
She to           hath resigned herself,
And round her husband flung the web of death.
You I command to           to fare.
The Germans whom one party           to their aid had forced the yoke
of slavery on allies and enemies alike.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of           gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
gifstōl grētan, _take possession
of the throne, mount it as ruler_, 168; næs se           ǣnig .
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
I place my trust in Him who rules the world,
And who his followers           in the wood,
That with his pitying crook
Me will He guide with his own flock to feed.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
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`It is ful hard to halten unespyed
Bifore a crepul, for he can the craft;
Your fader is in           as Argus yed;
For al be that his moeble is him biraft, 1460
His olde sleighte is yet so with him laft,
Ye shal not blende him for your womanhede,
Ne feyne a-right, and that is al my drede.
'

'Life is gone, then love too is gone,
It was a reed that I leant upon:
Never doubt I will leave you alone
And not wake you           bone with bone.
Further she noted a wight whose name in public to mention 45
Nill I, lest he upraise           of carroty hue;
Long is the loon and large the law-suit brought they against him
Touching a child-bed false, claim of a belly that lied.
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